Through my slumber, I feel you caress my fur that has been warmed by the fire. I feel the softness of your skin as your fingers play with my ears. The feeling of your touch brings mixed feelings to my senses. I’m comforted by the gentleness and care that you take as you run your fingers through my fur, but an excitement burns inside as your hands splay across my yearning flesh. Your hand runs along my neck, and across my jaw. I badly want to kiss your hand but I’m afraid you will pull away if I do. So I do not dare not move.
While still asleep, I feel your fingers trace upon my lips. My tongue fights at the barrier of my teeth as I want to taste you again. I feel you looking upon me. I wonder if you are looking upon me with love and sympathy or out of obligation and concern. Do you know the feelings I have had for you or are you just taking pity upon a big bad wolf that stopped the bear.
With my eyes still closed, I feel your hand work down my back. You move with caution as you reach the blanket that covers me. It’s with gentle care that you slowly remove the blanket from me. I feel the air hit my side and it stings at the torn flesh that lies underneath as its only covered by a thin bandage.
The pain forces me to open my eyes and instantly I fear that I dreamt you with me. I stare straight forward as a whimper escapes my lips. But I dare not look over to see if you are there or not as the disappointment of this being another dream would certainly kill me faster than my wounds. It’s not till I feel your hand press against the bandages that I turn my head slightly to see. What greets me is the most loving face of concern that I have ever seen and instantly I forget about all the pain.
You are looking down upon me with eyes filled with concern as I make eye contact with you again. I take a deep breathe to speak, but your free hand gently pushes my head back down upon the rug that I rest upon. Your touch is so gentle and kind and I know that touch is asking me to conserve my strength. So I don’t fight you.
I rest my head as the blanket is pulled completely off. I lay before you only wrapped in the bandages that I have been wrapped in. I close my eyes tight as I feel you fumble with a corner of one of the wraps. Your nimble fingers start to peel it away from my wounds causing me to howl in pain as it pulls at the deep cuts along my side. This is not at all how I imagined you would touch me. I always imagined how amazing it would be to have your hands run along my chest. To feel your hand move south along my body till… I cry out as you quickly pull the bandage off. I feel tears forming in my eyes as the pain radiates through me. I try to move, to get up, to react to the pain, but you pin my head down with your hand that has been comforting me. You hold me in place not allowing me to escape from the pain. I feel the shooting pain as the blood begins to flow again. It trickles down my side.
You reach for a bottle on the counter. I wish it was a bottle of liquor as I am in need of something to cut through the pain, but instead, you pour its content upon my gashes and it burns as though I’m on fire. I try with all my might to move, to get away from the pain but you trap me. This time it takes you pressing your forearm against my throat to keep me from getting to my feel as you dab at my wounds. It’s unbearable! I cry out but you don’t stop. You keep hurting me! Then when you stuff the wound with gauze my consciousness gives way and I pass out again but not before you lean over your arm holding me pinned to the floor and kiss my tear soaked cheek.
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